You’re minding your own business, washing your hands at the bathroom sink, when you look up in the mirror and freeze. Is that really what I look like now? Holy Methuselah, Batman! You lean in, touch the flesh, pull it tight, let it flop back into place. You bare your teeth. That’s not the color I remember. Leaning into the sink gives your back a twinge, but get close and look into the eyes (not the bags around them). You see something familiar. Blink. Look again. Ah, there I am.

With a deep breath, you can straighten up. And Ace Ventura comes out of your mouth:

Hah hah hah. A different kind of perspective: Human experience B4 glass and mirrors — water reflections? B4 photographs — the ongoingness of living without THAT close frozen-in-time physical scrutiny. We have exact moments of our Past to look at ! This is bizarre…but of course we are used to it. BTW I was so stunningly beautiful, it is now (66 yrs) so relaxing to have my face distorted somewhat, When I’m “down”, oh my, Defeat and Disgust emanate from my visage — shock me in window reflections. But when I’m “up”, my dazzling Life-Essence can’t help but attract attention. 😉